Dear cigarettes,
I hate to do this, but I’m just not that into you anymore. We’ve been on and off for a while now, and I think it’s time to just end this. I tried to leave you a few months ago but you were so charming I came back, but I cannot put up with your abuse anymore. The straw that broke the camel’s back was when i looked at my fingers today and say they were yellowing. That’s just gross.
It’ll be hard, because I’ll always be thinking of you. You were there for me when I drank coffee or alcohol, when I woke up and before I went to bed, and when I needed a break at work. You even helped me calm down when I was being attacked by hundreds of hobbes in Fable 3 and I thought I should just call it quits. I’ll always cherish these moments, but I cannot repeat them any longer.
I hope you’ll understand and someday we can be friends again and maybe I can enjoy your company with a drink here and there at the bar. I rest easy knowing that you won’t be alone because thousands of rebellious teenagers everywhere will still be enjoying you.
Love always,
Dani
-
sophie--rose liked this
-
squiddlez posted this
